The Costco Fear
Don’t tell anyone, but I think I am a little scared of the sample lady over at the Costco.
Not “scared” like she is going to come at me with her hot greasy spatula, and take my wallet. Because ya know, she like 80. But “scared” of having to stand there and listen to her little memorized speech about the sample you want to...well sample.
Usually, if I am fast enough, I can grab the sample while her back is turned, but sometimes I get caught, and she launches into her little speech. And instead of just standing there and saying “thank you” and walking away with my sample, like a normal person, I feel like I have to earn my sample and engage in some sort of dialogue with this woman.
I stand there nodding my head and say things like, “A whole box of these Vienna sausages for $1o.oo? You are right that is an amazing offer.” Or “That is a great suggestion for my next social gathering. I have always said that granola bars are a great appetizer for any great party.”
Sometimes, because I feel like I need them to feel good about the little show they just put on for me, I will say, “Oh that three bean salad was so great. I am going buy three boxes of that”. Then I will load up my cart, turn the corner, and when no one is looking I will deposit the unwanted item on the next aisle behind the huge boxes of “Easy Mac”. Needless to say, leaving Costco takes me several hours because I spend most of my time hiding products I don’t actually intend to buy.
I wish I could grab my sample and before the sweet sample lady launches into her little presentation, and say, “Save it grandma, I am just here for the snacks.”
But I am far too nice for that. I will just continue to falsely build the sample lady’s confidence, and stash products I don’t really intend to buy throughout Costco.
That’s seems so much nicer to me. Don’t you think?